Who, who are these be­side the chilly wave,
Just on the bor­ders of the si­lent grave,
Shouting Je­su’s pow­er to save,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

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Sweeping through the gates of the new Je­ru­sa­lem,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb,
Sweeping through the gates of the new Je­ru­sa­lem,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

These, these are they who, in their youth­ful days,
Found Je­sus early, and in wis­dom’s ways
Proved the full­ness of His grace,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

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These, these are they who, in af­flict­ion’s woes,
Ever have found in Je­sus calm re­pose,
Such as from a pure heart flows,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

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These, these are they who, in the con­flict dire,
Boldly have stood amid the hot­test fire;
Jesus now says, come up high­er,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

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Safe, safe up­on the ev­er shin­ing shore,
Sin, pain, and death, and sor­row are all o’er;
Happy now and ev­er­more,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

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